Ms. Samson

Cheerleaders coach comes into the office and closes the door behind. You looks at the hot blonde, she changed the cum soiled T-shirt to the clean top that opens her washboard abs and hugs her nice C-cups tits. Her shorts looks painted on her strong hips. You're examining the sexy coach up and down.

"Hello, Ms. Samson, today we have a lot of papers, but don't worry I'll check them all soon."

"John, you are so responsible and tidy, I'm very glad that you are our team manager." She smiles broadly and walks over to your table. "I asked you to call me Heather when we're alone."

She sits on the table, crosses her legs, leans towards you and her firm boobs is right in front of your nose.

"I came to talk about what happened in the morning, not this documents. We must talk about your huge... problem. No need to be shy, I'm the coach and worrying about all squad's members. I'm ready to help each of them, at any time."

She switches to a whisper.

"Show me your problem and I'll do my best to help you."

You grins to Heather and opens your fly. Your thick semihard cock springs out to the coaches greedy gaze.

"You have really big problem, John. I must check it close."

She gets up, you rollback a little and she kneels between your legs. Heather's hands are investigating your prick and balls. Your cock is growing by her touches and caresses.

"John, your problem is bigger than I thought. It's really hard!"

She continues her actions until your cock grows to majesty pre-cum covered twelve inches pillar. Heather licks her pre-cum covered fingers, then she tastes your knob.

"Yummy, definitely yummy!"

She crawls under the table and beckons you to her. You roll up to her and she starts to suck your huge rockhard rod.